From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum