At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum