At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum