From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum