1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum