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What's that?
An egg?
By the brother Boot it stinks fresh.
Give it to Gillot 

Galileo how are you
and his consecutive thirds!
The vile old Copernican lead-swinging son of a sutler!
We're moving he said we're off - Porca Madonna!
the way a boatswain would be, or a sack-of-potatoey
charging Pretender
That's not moving, that's moving.

What's that?
A little green fry or a mushroomy one?
Two lashed ovaries with prosciutto?
How long did she womb it, the feathery one?

Three days and four nights?
Give it to Gillot...

Notes Provided by the author…

1. Rene Descartes, Seigneur du Perron, liked his omelette made of eggs hatched from eight to ten days; shorter or longer under the hen and the result, he says, is disgusting. He kept his won birthday to himself so that no astrologer could cast his nativity. The Shuttle of a ripening egg combs the warp of his days.
2. In 1640 the brothers Boot refused Aristotle in Dublin.
3. Descartes passed on the easier problems in analytical geometry to his valet Gillot.
4. and it goes on…

It happens sometimes. Footnotes in poetry…