1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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