1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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