1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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