Manana's Manna

Thrice better is the cowardly creeper Than a passionless lion laxing tame, Who toothless lies as lesser beasts Plot and paw jungle's sleeker game. More inspiring than any genius wit Is the dim-footed guesser ever out For new surprises both foul and fit, Taxing dumb Luck's diamond pout. Let swifter-going synanthrope felines Feast on cowering polar bears' meal; And such fast ever-trying wing upset Any slow-flying eagle's choicest deal. Of what merit are manes and paws That hang and whirl lame in the air; Or agile-dashing limbs and fit claws, If neither thus proportionately dare? Uncork average vineity's cellars now, I'll pardon their middler-vintner's skill; To mañana-enchanted wantwits vow Crispier sips that patient palate thrill.