The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum