1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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