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At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb


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.