1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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