At five precisely out went La Marquise
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The genealogist with field and fess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum