1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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