1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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