1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb

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