1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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