1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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