From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
His toga rumpled high above his knees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum