1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
← OPEN dataBase