At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
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
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb