The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum