In London lies a knight a Pope interred. His labor's fruit a Holy wrath incurred. You seek the orb that ought be on his tomb. It speaks of Rosy flesh and seeded womb.
In London eques Pope tumulata iacet. laborem fructus a Sancto indignationem incurrit. Quaeris orb quod debet esse in congerie mortuorum vigilabit. Debemus autem cavere tria Rosy carnem et seminalem uterum.