The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum