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CONIUM MACULATUM
Beau Brummel was a dressy fop,
Who couldn't stand strong drink,
His head would spin just like a top;
He felt too tired to think.
His cerebration was quite slow;
You'd hardly call him forthright,
He had attacks of feeling low,
Which happened every fortnight.
His repartee was far from bright,
He wasn't very witty,
His weak eyes couldn't stand the light,
And also, more's the pity,
The sweetest played euphonium,
(At least, so runs the rumour)
Would make him fret, but Conium
Might have restored his humour.