Poems with rhymes of snide

Which is to say-afore he died
He soiled his erming mighty snide.

I got some sense of wot the 'eads calls pride,
An', for to do a snide,

Their tricks is crook, their arts is all dead snide.
The 'ole world over tarts is all the same;
All soft an' smilin' wiv no 'eart inside.

Why don't you face your fears, why are you snide?
Contempt and ridicule always deride.

Are you prime, right and pride?
Are you fake, mock and snide?

Name me for my loyalty. Sense me on your side.
Note me for fidelity. Get me where I reside.
Your manner is not snide.

Would a million change your worth or give you air of pride?
Would a billion change your mirth or teach you to be snide?