He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum