iPoem · 7367.5207.457.718 · 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

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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