1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum