1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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