1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

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

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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