From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come