1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come
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