1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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