From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come