From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum