The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
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And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum