1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum