1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
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