(After Swinburne.)
The burden of false meerschaums: Fair to sight
Built up by scamps in a most fraudful way,
With glass for amber, can’t be seen at night,
But looketh what it is in truthful day.
And bowls that turn (with dirt) to dirty grey,
And narrow bores that all our jaws do tire,
And fill our souls with horrible dismay.
This is a cause of every smoker’s ire.
The burden of bad ’Bacca: This is worse.