The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum