1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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