The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys The answer is they could be twins full-grown Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone They both are right not untamed mutterings Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave The fertile mother changeling drops like kings That every verbal shock aims to deprave Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess One tongue will do to keep the verse agog On wheels the tourist follows his hostess Lobsters for sale must be our apologue With marble souvenirs then fill a slum In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum? Different Poem