1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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