1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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