1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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