1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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