1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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