The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum