iPoem · 863.6746.884.343 · Cent mille milliards

1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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