At five precisely out went La Marquise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?