1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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