iPoem · 6590.8591.976.442 · Cent mille milliards

1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4that suede ferments is not at all well known

5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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