iPoem · 7865.4278.904.101 · Cent mille milliards

1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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