The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb