1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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