iPoem · 781.7588.543.215 · Cent mille milliards

1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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