The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
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The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum