The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
And let you off from your opinions glum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum