1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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