From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum