At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?