Travaux esemiens
Création
<i7 L!>
Seamus is a name, a face,
With eyes round and fare, a grace.
You want to "do" gym, a game,
When he talks with hands, again.
Jimmy is to blame, face it,
Angels can't compete, damnit.
Lying is insane, no gain,
He handles with wits, no pain.
James wrote a Good Book, a fame,
Oft' misunderstood, a shame.
Us we can do good, our fate:
Wisely move the rook, check mate.
<i7 prony L!>