1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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