The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The understanding critic firstly sees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come