1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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