From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?