Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum