1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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