1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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