The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum