The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum