From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?