He bent right down to pick up his valise
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
His toga rumpled high above his knees
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum