At five precisely out went La Marquise
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum