a calque of a poem he can(t) toss

so a fugue
and a comes
walk into a bar together
and the bartender asks them
so which is the dux
and whether the bathos
and the fugue says
he is lucullus and i
trimalcion

our meals are charming yet modest
we are quadriphonic
four-fooled
and standing alert
in both your eyes

so the bartender jumps over the bar
and says
i think i've-i've just rebegun this

[VV''::V]V::"";;V]OVO>>""]

and the comes says
where will tilling the indefinite
present ever lead
and the fugue says
assideo, assideo, assideo

tell teloschistales
says the bartender
and he points
down the length of the bar
where a strange animal
is groaning

that's quite a spinelle
comes the fugue


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