The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum