1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
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
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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