From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?