Clip infinitesimal fantasies
The winged wombat waddles
Bequeathed a grove of trees
To the singing stars above.

Her ermine phantom
Planted populous polygamists
Between the swift hedges
To spread like peanut butter.

(The bitter bantering bandit
Bolted beautifully, broadly boothwards,
Bypassing brilliant botanists basking
Beneath brill-cream blast)