At five precisely out went La Marquise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum