The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The understanding critic firstly sees
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum