From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum