Orwell of Sagittarius

On the Eve of St Orwell's Day The squaw woman brought truth to bare In scripted pose and statuary dish A recipe changed from Bollusk to bisque And the night crept up like Jupiter A false Eden in the sky way main To porridge or to bed The urchin s running unkempt and bold With prophetic dreams untold Except in murmuring drag Their nightly secrets keep The recipe will in the morning come Or porridge be damned with my spoon I'll spoon your sugar until you sweet Come nether or come neat