1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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