From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum