iPoem · 5784.82.626.913 · Cent mille milliards

1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7in salads all chew grubs before they’ve wings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10shallots and sharks’fins face the smould’ring log
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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