The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
That suede ferments is not at all well known
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?