The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum