At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum