1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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