At five precisely out went La Marquise
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum