1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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