1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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