At five o'clock he rests in his marquise

since Elgin seems to think the nose de trop

that tinned hornedbeef we stored smells more like cheese

there's naught as dry as sacks of haricot

So plain a plain's not what one often sees

who beggared gave his rags the old heave-ho

we chill like nudists put on ice to freeze

it frightens Berry and the Morvandiaux

Milord has lisped from Malibar to Swat

in Florence tourists see a deal of grot

you can't quote Virgil in a limousine

Oh brother even when you groan I grok

the bankers in Provence exchange baiock?

both Beaune and Chianti flow from Hippocrene?