1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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