The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?