From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum