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
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
And let you off from your opinions glum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum