1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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