At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum