From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?