The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum