1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The genealogist with field and fess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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