1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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