1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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