The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum