The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The best of all things to an end must come