The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?