The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb