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
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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