Oliver left by

Timid footsteps.

And society,

Uniformed in humility,

Noticed.

Such sat her boy,

The blackened attitude

Of her catastrophe.

His eagerly demanded indignation

Drew thirteen better

By way of the Word Clock.

A spoken,

Trembling

Utterance.

Above,

Upon hands intently crossed,

You swore this oath.

There was,

Outside,

A replied salutation

That shaking birds

Watched voluntarily.

That sniveling violence,

Defined by mealtimes,

Deposited itself

Across several instances

by the first melancholy men.

Some gentlemen,

With petty,

Tea-drinking

Perversion,

Their moral abilities

In stupefied limbs,

Were left stooping.

And all knew

The poor had seen

Better minutes.