The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum