iPoem · 8879.9485.321.571 · Cent mille milliards

1The acid tongue with gourmet’s expertise
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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