Classic Poem

Quite a colorful garden,
Ornate oaths empty-handed,
On our walls just hatched,
Green blue, yellow paper, rusty!
Limousine ro-ro
More colors is the point made.
Our eyes are emmargouilles ...
But scavengers are celebrating.

One and Petrarch to Laura,
We speak with wet air.
The other, who suffers from pylorus
Sour, with gargoyles words
We adjure blows shoes.
Everyone thinks he's a prophet.
All fools are unlocked ...
But scavengers are celebrating.

Poor walls, how I regret
To see you and smeared!
Fast water! Quickly, chlorine!
Rain! You must couliez,
Waves from the sky, these stained walls.
Fall! O debacle! O defeat!
That all papers are scrambled!
But scavengers are celebrating.

SENDING

Prince, the votes counted
Will Peter and Paul on top
Whatever you want ...?
But scavengers are celebrating.