Arabesque Story

Two little Arabs adult and arabesque
who were playing on two small Nero's fiddles
were strolling legibly
through the wrinkles of two runic curtains
when suddenly a pipe loomed up
before the two little adult and arabesque Arabs
a papa pipe on puppet feet
at such points points as big as
metrical apples drop upon our points
but the two little adult and arabesque Arabs
sneezed instead of trembling
just as simili-tortoises
put to torture
sneeze instead of trembling
and they consulted the pipe about a half-filled glass of wine
located halfway down a way
whose brand of brandy was brandished in a bald sea
covered with oilcloth
that's my wine replied the pipe
but you can have it
it's part of a still life
why I daresay it's a stock-still life
at the beginning of the road
the two little adult and arabesque Arabs
like two little carnivorous pyramids
drained the half-filled glass of wine
and also gulped down a box of matches three pears and an apple
upon which they felt terribly rococo
like Pompeian pumpers
pumping Madame Pompadour's pompous pump
and through their darling swan-rumps
they released enormous flesh-parachutes
with eyes as large and wild as stars
parchment shoe-soles
and hats of polished agate
the two little adult and arabesque Arabs
lost all face
and hurled newborn and quadruple stones
at the nightingales who were singing langorously
on porcelain humps
violated live closets
and finally gulped down their two little Nero's fiddles,
as they melted into the Arabian night
laced with the attractions of aromatic Aaron.

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