1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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