At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum