The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?