1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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