From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb