The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum