1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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