1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum