From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?