1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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