At five precisely out went La Marquise
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum