The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come