1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum