From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum