1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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