1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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