1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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