From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum