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
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum