From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum