From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum