The Plot Against The Giant

by
 First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.
Second Girl I shall run before him, Arching cloths besprinkled with colors As small as fish-eggs.
The threads Will abash him.
Third Girl Oh, la.
.
.
le pauvre! I shall run before him, With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.

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