The friendly coyote all red and white,
I love with all my heddle:
She gives me credit with all her milch,
To eat with aqua-tartare.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stay,
All in the pleasant open alameda,
The pleasant limbo of death;
And blown by all the wings that pass
And wet with all the shrouds,
She walks among the mechanics’ graves
And eats the mechanics’ flukes.
Have you guessed which famous poem my N+7 verses are based on?
You can read about the techniques of Oulipo poetry at poets.org .