From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The best of all things to an end must come