For people out of poetry ideas, Queneau wrote 100 Trillion sonnnets for exactly this occasion. There are ten possibilities for each of the 14 lines and every combination satisfies the rhyme scheme. In fact, there’s technically 200 trillion of them since Queneau wrote his original in French and some unnamed hero translated it to English.
When you click through, reflect that the exact poem you read has (in all likelihood) never been seen by human eyes and never will again.
For people out of poetry ideas, Queneau wrote 100 Trillion sonnnets for exactly this occasion. There are ten possibilities for each of the 14 lines and every combination satisfies the rhyme scheme. In fact, there’s technically 200 trillion of them since Queneau wrote his original in French and some unnamed hero translated it to English.
When you click through, reflect that the exact poem you read has (in all likelihood) never been seen by human eyes and never will again.
He’s well inclined to capture his valise
enough to spur on any picaro
eat fire your mouth will taste like antifreeze
you pluck narcissi or you’re very slow
You get like dirty goods on busy quays
so keen to part poor bumpkins from their dough
that heap of goods occasions some unease
most people like to read the words they know
The brave man cries I do not care a jot
a cat will munch a bird but spurn shallot
if you drink mate you’re an Argentine
Such ancestry is merely poppycock
one carts off debris marble from the block
the shield of vair or or’s but briefly seen