Xvii: More Spare-Parts & Auctions

Those yelling voices from various tenements Sounded like the sad treble of girls In cellars where leviathans In a spree flourished forced libidos: The lasses trembling in rude arms! Sir – Still in their yellow bloom Pig-watchers of the wider forest Clad in the swords of midnight warriors Performed the vicar’s rituals. A blue hour lamented the gloom! In the morning more skulls lie A trash of real weavers! (Prof, a sad lad heard the tales told!)