1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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