1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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