The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The best of all things to an end must come