iPoem · 4337.9410.133.938 · Cent mille milliards

1From playboy Chance the nymph no longer flees
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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