The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum