1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum