From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum