1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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