From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees When masons clutch the breath we hold on loan Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease 'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown They both are right not untamed mutterings The North Wind Bites into his architrave In salads all chew grubs before they've wings That every verbal shock aims to deprave Poetic licence needs no strain or stress What things we did we went the whole darned hog To prove mamma an adult with a tress Southern baroque's seductive dialogue Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some The best of all things to an end must come Different Poem