iPoem · 3667.8953.28.928 · Cent mille milliards

1At five precisely out went La Marquise
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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