From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum