1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum