From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum