The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
That suede ferments is not at all well known
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum