The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum