1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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