The acid tongue with gourmet's expertise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Platonic Greece was not so talentless
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum