1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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