The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum