A Silly Surreal Poem
Flattery got me everywhere;
but, I ended up in a cattery;
stopping, on the way, at a nunnery,
where I met, and spoke to, Simon Munnery;
who I barely knew, but he knew me
far less than I knew him and so it was that we,
found little to talk about,
took the opportunity to chalk about
a dead body of work
that someone had, unfinished, discarded;
so, here I stand
with head in hand
all due to an unforeseen incident
dans la rue de Paris
between a guillotine and me.
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