1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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