Raymond Queneau

100,000 billion poems

When each of you with all his heart agrees
being twinned is better far than single-o
he'd much to learn despite his four degrees
the re in in all his songs came out as doh

He hates he hates the work of sequestrees
where shoals of herring boats now lie below
we chill like nudists put on ice to freeze
it's scary both for hick and aristo

Faced with mud you'll turn up your culotte
a cat will eat a bird but spurn shallot
shame gives the colonel's brow a greasy sheen

Oh brother even when you're mad I grok
the Spanish ear loves everything baroque
if Europe or its destiny is keen