1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come