iPoem · 9046.6351.806.421 · Cent mille milliards

1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3his toga rumpled high above his knees
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8to break a rule Britannia’s might might waive

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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