The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum