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The wild horse champs the Parthenon's top frieze
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
As sleeping-bags the silent landscape pave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
And let you off from your opinions glum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?


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.