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The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
The understanding critic firstly sees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
In salads all chew grubs before they've wings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?
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