1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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