The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum