From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb