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 empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum