From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb