From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?