From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
His toga rumpled high above his knees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum