1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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