From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum