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
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