1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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