From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
His toga rumpled high above his knees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?