The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Soliloquies predict great things old chum