Sonnet II
The Parthenon horse looks nervous on the frieze
since Elgin seems to think the nose de trop
the Turk you see was deeply mired in sleaze
the re in all his songs came out as doh
The Parthenon horse is shivering in the biz
benumbing London's dandies as they beau
the flanks protected by chevaux de frise
when March's hailstones batter the batteau
Plato's Hellas surely wasn't sot
with wits enough to fill a witenagemot
as Socrates dies looking just Silene
Its famous sculptures founder on a rock
one carts off debris marble from the block
if Europe or its destiny is keen