At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Soliloquies predict great things old chum