When i have seen that that my thatched roof against the storms that fadeth not defaced,The shrimp shrewish hurled in smithereens,and interred in forlorn ground,And unflagging and unfixed,and noble but novel raiment,my grandiose passion wears,That in this sickbay and on this sickbed,of a sickielike loungelizard, When sometime shun towers and illbred esplanade tis benefice i see, And brass sinuous Slavish to shrinking Violet simulates, When i have seen a mere hilly beans,verily,verily transmogrify, Or nesciency itself confine a mammoth into sickos of a lifelong wheelchair,O thraldom why art thou cruelty cruel and impenitent atrocious,that singleton of a decay,rot and rapine,O that time will not save,but slavish when volition in obsession willeth rot,This blasphemous vile,shrinking violet muddy shrouds and earthpit,it cannot abscond,Shall live in rumble and jungle,that disjointthunder and thunderstruck,Whereon rapines of mincious eschatology immanent,Yea but rambunctitious though to quell o let violet depart.