1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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