From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The genealogist with field and fess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum