1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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