At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come