1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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