iPoem · 5392.1783.516.31 · Cent mille milliards

1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Southern baroque’s seductive dialogue
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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