At five precisely out went La Marquise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The best of all things to an end must come