1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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