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pity poor Dante

he rides upon a rouncey

Rocinante rears

his inestimable neigh

as fierce as any dray-horse

caught in flagrante

he makes the bouncey-bouncey

inside the pantry

downs ale-jug after ale-jug

shag-hot hobble-de-nag

glimpsed from the gantry

Beatrice minus flounces

a sweetest nose-gay

against the jeers her ear-plugs

white-noise as any Noh-play


poor Don Quixote

his castles all rotary

reins Rocinante

nostrils plugged with morning dew

nibbles tough-tooth feverfew

wills a full goatee

furious where once so fey

fetlock and forelock

Cyrano De Bergerac

wore a nose a paper-cup

pity poor Beatrice

wounded once if not twice [ once ]

on the rebound tense

collapses with an ague

not redeemed by feverfew


him they garrotte

solder-off his testicules

left a hanging nowt

where once a fullness rose

recompense? a bag of oats

farewell old rouncey !

Rocinante gone to glue

galvanised bath health-spa-ice

mortals fall no recompense

as Marxists yell ‘Avanti!’


pity poor Dante

his rearing Rocinante ,

still rides out on his rouncey

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