1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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