1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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