On a clover,
if alive,
erupts
a vast,
pure evil,
a fire
volcano.

Doc, note:
I dissent.
A fast never
prevents a
fatness. I
diet on cod.

I saw desserts;
I'd no
lemons; alas,
no melon.
Distressed
was I.

Revered 
now, I live
on. O, did
I do
no evil, I
wonder, ever?

Straw?
No, too
stupid a
fad, I
put soot
on warts.

No, it never
propagates
if I set a 
gap or
prevention.

Gateman
sees name,
garage man
sees nametag.

"Some deer
fees!" I say,
as I see
free demos.

No pet
so tragic
as a cigar
to step on.

Are we not
drawn
onward to
new era?