1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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