iPoem · 5756.1381.366.704 · Cent mille milliards

1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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