From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum