The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum