From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum