The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum