The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
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
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The best of all things to an end must come