1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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