From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum