1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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