From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum