The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum