The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?