At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum