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He bent right down to pick up his valise
His nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come


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.