From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum