At five precisely out went La Marquise
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb