At five precisely out went La Marquise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum