1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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