1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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