From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
And let you off from your opinions glum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum