From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?