The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum