1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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