From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum