1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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