The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
The genealogist with field and fess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb