1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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