At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum