From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb