From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?