1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4that suede ferments is not at all well known
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum
Based on Raymond Queneau’s
A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems,
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