1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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