The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The understanding critic firstly sees
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum