1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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