At five precisely out went La Marquise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum