1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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