LA ATALANTES AT THE CLAM-GALLAS PALACE
Spread the word yet shut your mouth!
Thus the playwright told the poet;
what he molded was moreover
what he meant to mend himself.
Take me to your truth and trap me;
well, what are the odds of that?
Take your time yet hurry up!
Thus the cricket told the critic;
while he chirped a chiff-chaff chisel,
while he cheered his cheesy stealth.
Warm me in your weal and whip me:
what ’cha think of that?
Keeping up this double chin and
chit-chatting with cheeky chicks
‘round rumorous Town Square.
Holding up this single sin and
signing up with kiss-a-ways
‘bout beauteous first fair.
La Atala lands at the church of
choirboy buoy anthems; la Atala
ends up in temples, tempted and
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