At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The best of all things to an end must come