Did bespat and beshit himself Rabelais
Roundelay, singing with a chocolate
mouth
Did tangle in the gangles
of legs’ hair
And scream with wine
in his glut.
“What do you think?”
This cover is most excellent,
It’s shiny and red,
This car will do nicely
All over the bed.
Rabelais was a mad nut
And also a doctor
And wrote of priests’ jocks
In 1492
Wha’ hoppen in Oaxaca?
-gluts rained glut
guts out of her
brimy bottard
and washed the old man’s
river underwear