The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum