At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum