The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum