Friday, 25 May 2012

Beyond Ultra

Burlesque arches brandishing
Wind blown Moresco aediles
While a phalanx of woodlice
Defiles the tallyman's wardrobe
Is it our turn yet ?
Why is that greenfinch yellow ?
Is it autumn today ?
You know I do not
Like the crusts left on
My concubines
Pass the witchetty please
No I insist there are plenty
More in the gazebo Madame
The Archduke told me
And he knows his

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