At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum