1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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