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The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
But I can understand you
Brogher Gog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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