I knew you when I saw your pilot in the parish.
Will you not come in to look at our many curios?
Shall I bring them to your hunger?
I am so amused I should sit down, dress
And stand up. I should shout from the rooftops.
Wife. If you want to see, here is the mammoth
Opportunity. Here is the muddy masquerade.
I scroll inside of me as I go about
And it is more exciting than any play
We have so many interesting exposures
And inclusions. But we have many more
Sidewalks wrinkle in the sunlight.
We need this sunlight, warming up the footpaths,
Drying-out the playgrounds and the thorns.
Tracks took us to the lifts to see the old schoolmaster:
There is a gondolier,
Which is like transfixed Superman.
Some idioms about egg-cups.
A nice old irritation-stiffener.
A hair-piece drying on the prongs.
This is where the wonderful aphrodisiacs
Glimmer : they are priceless now.
We only have fudge
Though we can move it wherever we want
(the fate of our household).
The housemaid looms larger: you are advised
Not to dangle the toddler over the charcoal.
We can see her silk in the parlour.
The headlamps show the hot perfumed
Toxins, sinking into petals and ditches.
The night of The Wrong House-Father:
While we waited for the fair we had such a
Feedback as we had never before experienced.
After lemon we went to the widow.
She showed us her floor, the little rows
Where she dries coal, and the three
Compartments where she keeps her
Talk about the future when you see
The biography of weeds written
By the road-side.
Take these sighs directly to pay four dragons.
There are no dragons.
This is China. Though it looks like France.
After a while it will be reading,
And reading much.
The new curtains are growing:
Thinly, to be sure.
The oranges are ripe.
There are very few triumphs and they are not of the biggest.
I am sorry you did not see the famous Peonies.