iPoem · 1463.6557.385.27 · Cent mille milliards

1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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