At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone The understanding critic firstly sees And empty cages show lif'e bird has flown To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave In salads all chew grubs before they've wings The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless And starve the snivelling baby like a dog Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce But I can understand you Brother Gog Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb? A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb Different Poem