1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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