1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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