The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum