At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum