iPoem · 1329.9005.144.551 · Cent mille milliards

1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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