The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum