From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?