My every woman a Wendy tho' Great Pan's death's my Pentecostal St. Peter
In my Fifties I've turned trendy so Holocaustal Thy Sita's Demeter
& tho' only to say 'Floreat Etona!' Hook's Sankara crocodile talks
Time yet has its Planck which Sorrow continuously walks
Prince! Confessor or its Parallel Processor's Professor of record
All Concurrency is its own plangent lost chord.