At five precisely out went La Marquise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?