The Emperor of Ice Cream (Triptych)
1.
Call the big cigar,
muscle a roll, call his cheese
in the kitchen and
whip concupiscent.
To wear the clothes, linger as
they used to, allow
children to spend a
month on wenches. So therefore,
yes, it can result.
The emperor is
taken from the three-glass sheet
on the embroidered
spread to meet her in
the face of the transaction
dresser. If the foot-
horny prominence
has to show how cold she is,
come speechless. Post the
beam to light the cool
emperor’s pit-lit candles’
quiet surface view.
[via Thai-Japanese-Slovenian-Swedish, Google and Bing translators]
2.
Looking for a great
cigar, her cylinder cups
vote concupiscent.
Whip-muscular whey
takes advantage of such clothes
and flower children
as are issued to
the wenches of Wisconsin.
One empire includes
her horn-cold flare lamp.
Create a ray . . . The final
projection will take
a page from the glass
emperor who enjoys the
underside of ice.
[via Turkish-Dutch-Hebrew-Hungarian, Bing translator]
3.
Ring a large cigar!
One reel of back muscles will
offer him mass whip
carrots and galley
cups. Set these dress wenches on
dawdle; they used to
let guys put flowers
in last month’s newspapers. Let
be work the final
contract. The only
imperator is not three
glass table buds where
he distributed
his face to cover romance.
Leave the horny feet
on the stupid screen
with the main beam. Only the
lamp is ice cold cream.
[via Finnish-Norwegian-Swedish-Danish-Dutch-Haitian Creole-Polish,
Bing translator]
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