1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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