At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone The Turks said just take anything you please 'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave They both are right not unformed smatterings Through homestead hillside woodland rock and cave Platonic Greece was not so talentless What things we did we went the whole darned hog The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress No need to cart such treasures from the fog With marble souvenirs then fill a slum Fried grilled black pudding's still whe world's best yum Different Poem