1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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