From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum