Classic Poem

When a Roman was dying, the next man or kin
Stood over him gaping to take his breath in.
Were Tisdall the same way to blow out his brea[th],
Such a whiff to the living were much worse than d[eath].
Any man with a nose would much rather die;
So would Jack, so would Dan, so would you, so would I.
Without a reproach to the doctor I think
Whenever he dies, he must die with a stink.