1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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