1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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