1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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