1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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