Okay.
I promised, I told you I'd try...

Pretty girls, pretty boys,
mingle by the firelight...

We spent the night in a mystical wood.
Shadows, cloaked, wept over our innocent bodies...

Surprise. Dear, kind water well,
as I pat the cobbled wall with an echo sort...

Fathering a goat herder,
Mothering its father...

How many bodies doth one count?
More the merry body's kind...

A hunch awoke my silent night
as I swept up the remains of...

Gibbons grew Mr Moustache
to please his vacant friends...

Captains.
All better to the best of men...

Remind me of your summer gallop, Elk,
Jeering in the nick of time...

Milling isn't the best of sorts,
nor is he the sort of man who'd...

My teacher said it was the 'great Art';
sausage-fingered and gravy gargoyled...