iPoem · 3121.746.428.755 · Cent mille milliards

1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum

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