The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum