From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum