1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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