From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum