iPoem · 482.1620.427.789 · Cent mille milliards

1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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