I Walked the Boulevard, por E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings

I Walked the Boulevard

i walked the boulevard

i saw a dirty child

skating on noisy wheels of joy

pathetic dress fluttering

behind her a mothermonster

with red grumbling face

cluttered in pursuit

pleasantly elephantine

while nearby the father

a thick cheerful man

with majestic bulbous lips

and forlorn piggish hands

joked to a girlish whore

with busy rhythmic mouth

and sily purple eyelids

of how she was with child

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