1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
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
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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