1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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