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
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come