At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum