1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum