The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum