From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum