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At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
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.