1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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