iPoem · 5361.4022.490.391 · Cent mille milliards

1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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