From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
When dried the terrapin can naught express
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb