From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb