1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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