The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum