1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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