iPoem · 9006.6057.890.304 · Cent mille milliards

1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8that every verbal shock aims to deprave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14in cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?

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