1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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