1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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