1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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