The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
The best of all things to an end must come