From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum