1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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