iPoem · 2375.7266.476.792 · Cent mille milliards

1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4the thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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