From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum