At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum