1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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