Prose took the minstrel's verse without a squeeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum