The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum