The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum