1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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