1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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