At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The understanding critic firstly sees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum