1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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