At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum