1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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