1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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