The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
That suede ferments is not at all well known
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum