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
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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