Either your Phrase, your Cause, your Sensation
Blind or Reveal your Inner Tendons prove
Which we, of Loyal Customers mention
To purchase more of this Shop-Lifted Good
It's never wrong to Share such Blessings once
Or pray a Novena to concilliate
Or - ask the Pope's Palm for amusement - bounce,
An expected Fantasy anticipate
From whose Permission, then, shall we beseech
To beg your Insights in deep, due respect
Or, by a Tooth-brush are we out-of-reach
Would then bolt your Castle by circumspect.
You are still a Knight. Half-Armoured at that
That part which still bares, enbalm with a mat.