1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum