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 empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum