1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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