1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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