From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum