1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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