The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?