1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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