At five precisely out went La Marquise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum