A Hundred Thousand Milliard Poems

Sonnet V

The gorgeous youth helps Hestia's heart unfreeze

he's cast out like a snobby Romeo

he wore his toga like an old chemise

you pluck narcissi or you're very slow

Those snaps of Pisa's tower are bound to please

where Galileo once took pots to throw

a Tuscan scribed the stone with his imprese

the Greeks and Romans read and thought 'what though?'

A witty wind stops Ities speaking rot

in Florence tourists see a deal of grot

you can't quote Virgil in a limousine

Those transalpine relations interlock?

the bankers in Provence exchange baiock?

both Beaune and Chianti flow from Hippocrene?