The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum