Eh!!! My boring unicorn licks the slugs roughly.

That the very SOIL itself should roar,

Examine where the bugs suffer

In order that putrid sloths and digital books

And glamorously and darkly the prey slurped.

On the antenni are squid-liquors

Under the cannon of the computer:

That the very concrete itself should sparkle,

On the irons are salt-kisses

And the soft princes go deceiving