O freshness of the counterparts which seethe
Through the slithering bicycle of real – life?
Fresh be thou? Bicycle be thou?
O nicycle? O bicycle?
The livity of life which goes on for a bit shorter than would be nicer than the duration of what it does now.
Why be-est thou so short?
O fort? O short?
O want of a thing one saw in a shop window yesterday afternoon, after one ate that funny bit of cheese, why be-est though so wantable?
Wantable be thou?
O swant! O want! Swantable?