You are ground floor, you
Deserve the delicious life
A great deal is
Spent, never meant
Mobility and immobileness
Anon, anon all
Carol...a change of tel. number
An invader of
Private space, Danish
Is not only here
It is in the dismantling of
The tackiest furniture
It is in the self-checking
For stale odour
It is in the cracking of
Aged black knuckles
It is in the tapping of feet
Carrying calves of Dropsy
It is in the counter-balancing
Of metallic right angle
It is in the culture of
Tea and Joviality