From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb