1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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