A Snuff Poem I found from 1800s that was lost in time. A clergyman of the last century , The Rev. W. king of Mallow burst out into enthusiastic rhyme over snuff: Before I budge an inch I hail aurora with a pinch; After three cups of morning tea A pinch most grateful is to me; If then by chance the post arrive, My fingers still the deeper dive, When gallant nelson gains his point I sink deep to the middle joint; And soon as ere the work he clinches, Oh then I take the pinch of pinches For rich or poor, In peace or strife, It smooths the rugged path of life. Flying out to curacao tomorrow for a week of hard work! Happy snuffing !!!
Wow what a grand ditty, can I assume that it’s anonymous?
excellent find!!
@ nasalgent A clergyman of the last century , The Rev. W. king of Mallow burst out into enthusiastic rhyme over snuff:
Great poem! I’m not a fan of poetry in general but I’ll make an exception for that! lol
Nice poem, especially the pinch of pinches bit 
I want to know how he can make it through three cups of tea before taking a pinch. I usally have a pinch every three sips.
Xander wrote "I want to know how he can make it through three cups of tea before taking a pinch. I usally have a pinch every three sips. " The good Rev is but showing his godly moderation and self restraint :>)