At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum