The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
To break a rule Britannia's might might waive
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb