iPoem · 7367.4176.205.878 · Cent mille milliards

1Prose took the minstrel’s verse without a squeeze
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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