From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum