1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
Based on Raymond Queneau’s
A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems,
The 100,000,000,000,000 iPoem is a non-commercial artistic project inspired by Queneau’s work and the tradition of literary variation it inaugurated.
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