From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum