At five precisely out went La Marquise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?