Amnesic goatherds tromboning 
on the summit, the lazy
necklaces of their own breath
evanesce into the worst
blizzard scince Theodore
Roosevelt and the Marquis
de Mores blessed Medora, North 
Dakota with their rugged
presence. Look! I implore, who’s
sashaying across the Bad
Lands now—it’s trepid riding
Tate (gone loco in the
cabeza) out of his little
civilized element—Oh!
It’s bound to end in tears.