and with caution and glee
write some good poetry
On vacation in Cairo
in Egyptian heat
I had only a biro
and a papyrus sheet.
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Try as he might, he’d never matched
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I was ashamed to be the jello
And no amount of shaking didor would (so I was told)catch your idiosyncratic tongue.So there was ample grounds to changeinto a lantern, kerosene and all,which, like a jet propelled my needinto the stalagmites indeed.