1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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