From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum