1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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