1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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