iPoem · 1856.6757.199.922 · Cent mille milliards

1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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