At five precisely out went La Marquise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
The best of all things to an end must come