|
100,000,000,000,000 poems
When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The roundabout eats profits made on swings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum
|