iPoem · 8868.6608.774.951 · Cent mille milliards

1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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