1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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