1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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