The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
The Turks said just take anything you please
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?