1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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