1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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