He bent right down to pick up his valise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come