iPoem · 5231.8829.214.244 · Cent mille milliards

1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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