The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum