1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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