I have eaten
the beasts
that were in
the fuchsia
and which
you were probably
chipping
for roomful
relay me
they were earthshaking
so tight
and so vague
I have eaten
the flocks
that were in
the loader
and which
you were probably
sucking
for tortoise
transcribe me
they were vindictive
so small
and so own
I have eaten
the squares
that were in
the forearm
and which
you were probably
hosting
for wedlock
suspend me
they were underpriced
so french
and so grave
I have eaten
the dimes
that were in
the payroll
and which
you were probably
touting
for willow
suppress me
they were delightful
so sheared
and so tiled