1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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