At five precisely out went La Marquise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum