iPoem · 2340.4934.338.591 · Cent mille milliards

1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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