iPoem · 7194.3622.190.219 · Cent mille milliards

1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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