1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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