Can I put you down for

Can I put you down for
two dozen, the ill-informed
mutantator asked myself -
sure - that should last me until
the end of tomorrow or the
next century or until my beard
explodes whichever comes when.

And we sat and waited for almost
three centuries, me my dud of
a beard and Mona of Lisa-
villa - finally the ill-informed
one (now with heaps of smarts)
happened by and forgot the
two dozen - so we kept waiting...
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