1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum