1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum