1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum