He scrapes – lo the iron foot – a cluster of toes at the end –
He carves wild circles –
leaving an array of spectators frowning –
self-aware, he tries
treading softer with the other -
to compensate see?
The crumpled paper of their faces grow
sympathetic to his squealing,
begin to undo themselves a little.
Now lament
ol’ iron foot – or applaud the endeavour -
the stability of the heavens
under his callous, grating orbit.
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He carves wild circles –
leaving an array of spectators frowning –
self-aware, he tries
treading softer with the other -
to compensate see?
The crumpled paper of their faces grow
sympathetic to his squealing,
begin to undo themselves a little.
Now lament
ol’ iron foot – or applaud the endeavour -
the stability of the heavens
under his callous, grating orbit.
"iron foot" and "grating orbit" are nice and chewy in the last S.
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