1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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