1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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