The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum