1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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