The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum