:30:00
Place the caesura right in the middle.
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Your crusty house needs a roof on it.
:30:07
Arrange your poultry
on the endless spit...
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in neat alternatives:
the chickens there...
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the lordly turkeys here.
:30:17
Make a pair
of rhymes in opposition sweetly set.
:30:19
Poultry can be poetry. Don't forget.
:30:20
Crust is the body, sugar the wire.
I thought of you.
:30:29
A heavenly lyre!
:30:33
Drink to my health.
:30:35
Here comes my wife! Hide the money!
:30:40
Do you like it?
:30:43
It's ridiculous.
:30:48
Paper bags? Well...
:30:50
Thank you.
:30:53
Heavens!
:30:55
You've torn my books apart!
:30:58
My friends' poetry, rent from my heart!
:31:01
I put the rubbish to use.
:31:04
Sacrilege, woman!
You insult our poetic Muse.
:31:09
You defile verse.
It's all it's good for!
:31:11
What would you do with prose?
:31:17
Ah, my boy.
:31:19
What do you want?
Three pies.
:31:21
Here we are, good and hot.
:31:25
Please...wrap them up.
:31:27
In a bag?
:31:28
Well of course.
:31:36
''Like Ulysees,
the day he left Penelope...''
:31:40
Not that one.
:31:42
''Blond Phoebus...'' No!
:31:44
Make your mind up.
:31:45
All right, all right!
:31:53
Children...
:31:55
Give me the poem
and you'll take six pies home.