The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb