From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum