1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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