[bad word] 
 Edweena went to calumet and left from there to college;
 She took along a porcupine whose name was known as knowledge;
 Now their relationship was fraught with pangs of loving hunger.
 The Porcupine could question all, but all she knew was slumber.

Porcupine:
 huge easy cozy wants our kiss to triumph,
 But unbelievable admits --
 Some questions receive a guarantee to shake you up.
 How much marriage urges a windmill to pinch infinity?
 Is a magic hid-a-bed the final home of Spanish fire?
 Is firm corn merrier under gifts of less important love?
 We wonder.
 But fantasy moves ahead;
 For the iceman just took a turn for the better
 And a small object flies from his mouth;
 daring, jewel scales down the belted ear system
 And you have the modular optimistic silver original.
 [bad word] to the offshoots of Jupiter.

 [bad word] 
 Edweena never knowing why her friend would ramble so
 She shut him out and left a pout to bleed upon the snow.

Porcupine:
 Mourning Glories open only after noon begins;
 The open and the broken have begun to blend again.
 They freeze a shape about the nape
 Of nectar and of knee;
 They leave a sleeve, they weave a grieve fox
 Mourning's never free.

Uncle Remus:
 The aching and the breaking are the making of a soul.
 (The empties that have been returned relieve us of a goal).

 [bad word] 
 Now who is gone and who is right
 And who is left to see
 For who is left is just a few
 Can two be more than three?