1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14the best of all things to an end must come

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