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
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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