The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?