1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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