iPoem · 1436.6264.703.342 · Cent mille milliards

1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave

9Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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