iPoem · 1953.9033.901.782 · Cent mille milliards

1The wild horse champs the Parthenon’s top frieze
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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