1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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