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
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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