1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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