1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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