iPoem · 5451.4282.154.219 · Cent mille milliards

1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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