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Did bespat and beshit himself Rabelais,

Roundelay, singing with a chocolate

mouth

Did tangle in the gangles

of legs’ hair

And scream with the wine

in his glut.

“What do you think?”

This cover is most excellent,

It’s shiny and red,

This car will do nicely

All over the bed.

Rabelais was a mad nut

And also a doctor

And wrote of priests’ jocks

In 1492

Wha’ hoppen in Oaxaca?

– gluts rained glut

guts out of her

brimy bottard

and washed the old man’s

river underwear