From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?