At five precisely out went La Marquise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum