At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum