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Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
The Turks said just take anything you please
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
And let you off from your opinions glum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum

Raymond Queneau

Translation to English by Stanley Chapman
found in "Oulipo Compendium"
Atlas 1998, ISBN 0-947757-96-1

Idea and implementation by Magnus Bodin 1997
Produced in the wonderful country of Sweden.