At five precisely out went La Marquise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb