1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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