1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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