The old French harefoot died harmoniously
overtones of obsolescence vibrating Gospels
pleasing after eons of abuse and misuse…
His illegitimate son claimed the throne
resided in a city of prostitutes and vagabonds
he died choking on a kidney bean
whereupon two brothers fought for succession
one killed in battle the other conquered
by destructive cabbages and a host of cruciferous plants…
She was unnecessarily besmirched
by a sneering Lambarde
and spent her days dwelling on the edge
of an urban district in a forbidden house
amid a randomly mating population;
The news hit her hard, amplifying her difficulty
but her physical equipment cut them to pieces
she ascended to the throne
plucked with the aid of quills
and cannon-like apparatus
operated by loathsome voracious monsters
with the head and torso of beautiful women
and the wings and talons of ravenous birds…
A hatchet found its mark just above the brim
the hat sailed out a rear door hanging on hinges
a member of the popular movement of mysticism
hurried through the streets with chopped, cooked potatoes
and ran naked out among the evergreens
to be gored by cicadas with large, curving horns
lurking among the tall clumping grass
though he hacked and cut with a dull knife
it was to no avail…
Small hounds found him the following week unusually browned…
They picked at the edible viscera
then hurried away as they cleared their throats,
all captured in brilliant colors and brushwork
by a impressionistic cubist romantic painter
hovering above in a hot air balloon
mellowed by intoxicants and narcotics…
She ruled with an oak-handled tomahawk
given to her by a distant relative
hired to commit murder, or at least hasten her causes
in the military regions beyond the mountain ranges;
A new capital was established in the agrarian district
where numerous mansions were built quite well
soon a revolutionary fervor took root;
She died of pneumonia during repeated attacks
the full moon preventing a sack and pillage
by hatching and producing numerous young
who opened a cheap restaurant
for the bourgeoning merchant class
who ruled from hatcheck rooms…
Commerce blossomed, people prospered
the splendor of the court preserved in a museum
for passersby to gawk at
history was celebrated each subsequent harvest
by farm implements, and stories sung
in the taverns of distant mining towns…
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