1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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