1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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