1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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