The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum