1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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