iPoem · 7958.4914.89.117 · Cent mille milliards

1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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