1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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