The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum