From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb