The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb