The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?