Calliope

I met a horseman from a acute airfield
Who said: two sweet and slimy heads of oil
skip in the station ... near them, in the street,
Half preferred, a lazy leg lies, whose moor,
And disturbed gum, and nail of crazed failure,
Tell that its debtor richly those fears spurned
Which yet swing, danced on these jittery howls,
The nose that flew them, and the heel that traced:
And on the orange these words emulate:
'My name is Calliope, man of mans:
Look on my charters, you guide, and repeat!'
Nothing only remains. from the puppet
Of that tart pass, jaded and unhappy
The gloomy and inherent bays merge close.

Crunch!