He measured the pattern to be cut bias
cherry-coloured snippets
that will serve one single button hole.
He talked to himself little twittering tunes his greatest triumph
but there was no one there
He was vexed like a cat that expects
cream on the dresser
No more twist!
Throstles and robins sang
His badness hunted and searched house to house
and secret trap-doors without any keys
merry voices an echo
ravelling that wonderful coat
Never were seen such flowered lappets
And he talked to himself: do not lose that last penny!
We shall make our fortune shut out the light
Terrific!
I love this! Riddle and rhyme and whimsy, echo and shudder! Pleasure and shiver: delight!
Love this muchly!!!!