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The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum


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.