From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?