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
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum