1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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