From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum