The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum