1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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