iPoem · 9861.6848.959.328 · Cent mille milliards

1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum

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