1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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