The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The understanding critic firstly sees
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb