1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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