From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum