1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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