The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
Soliloquies predict great things old chum