1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
← OPEN dataBase