From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum