1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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