J was the Joy that his pipe gave each day.
K was the Keel of the vessel that bore
L Lots of the “Weed” from Columbia’s shore.
M was the Mariner, chewing a quid,
N was a Noodle, who vowed “If he did,
O “Only ’Orrible qualms would arise.”
P was the Punch that he got ’twixt his eyes,
Q with the Quid; he turned sickly and wan,
R was the “Robert” who made him “move on.”
S was the Snuff, pungent, fragrant, and light,