1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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