1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum