1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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