When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum