1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the best of all things to an end must come
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