From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum