1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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