At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
The best of all things to an end must come