iPoem · 6825.6444.411.370 · Cent mille milliards

1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum

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