1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum