1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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