iPoem · 9728.1330.38.493 · Cent mille milliards

1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8as sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave

9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11the country lane just thrives on farmyard mess

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14and lessors’ dates have all too short a sum

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