The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum