1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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