1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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