The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Watching manure and compost coalesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?