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 roundabout eats profits made on swings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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