The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum