iPoem · 7085.4072.230.665 · Cent mille milliards

1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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