From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum