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At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum


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.