From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum