1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum