The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?