1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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