From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum