1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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