1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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