At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum