From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum