At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum