iPoem · 33.5111.278.877 · Cent mille milliards

1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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