1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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