The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?