1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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