The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
His toga rumpled high above his knees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum