1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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