1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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