From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum