The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum