1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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