1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

Based on Raymond Queneau’s A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems, The 100,000,000,000,000 iPoem is a non-commercial artistic project inspired by Queneau’s work and the tradition of literary variation it inaugurated.
→ iPoem 1218.2717.540.1 (no. 804,714) was generated on November 3, 2026 at 2:38 am
→ voir version originale | create new iPoem
→ navigate in dataBase ‹ ‹ bwd | fwd › ›

← OPEN dataBase

ip number reference:
216.73.216.111
iPoem number reference:
1218.2717.540.1
  (dataBase)
Disclaimer: This website uses a temporary session cookie only; no persistent cookies are stored. As part of the 100,000,000,000,000 iPoem project, your IP address becomes one element in the generation of a unique poem among countless possibilities. The information is collected solely for the conceptual purposes of the artwork and is not used to identify you personally.
Okay – I got it – Close