The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum