1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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