1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6were pots graffiti’d over by a slave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
Based on Raymond Queneau’s
A Hundred Thousand Billion Poems,
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