Once we had completed introductions
He launched into a speech about Etruscan nuclear production
He asked, shrewdly to his mind, what the centaurs, mischievous and wise
Took for their lunch, and whether their type-crunched forms were not
Totems praised when raised by tribes of riders in ancient days.
Next, he came to what he saw a pertinent fact, this autodidact
Who purportedly could deduce the juice Homer left ‘twixt stanzas
The matter at hand: what lay sang the sirens who lay upon rocks
Abutted by tireless seas which ceaseless, like fitting elites, seize.
Alchemisland 
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