He bent right down to pick up his valise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come