The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
That suede ferments is not at all well known
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb