The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum