1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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