From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum