The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The Turks said just take anything you please
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum