Four Quartets are two too many

That its own originary crime is the sole intention

Of the Soul as unthought intension

Time is but the rhyme

Of wit- not worth a dime.

Envoi- 

Holier than the Ghost that brings off Thy heist

Maggots to feed, such Magi as find Christ.

Riposte- 

From Kipling, Eliot learnt kids are the ghosts suffered by shrubbery

To hear their hidden laughter is to engage in Holy blubbery.

Siddhanth- 

For a Penrose tiling, Four Quartets are two too many

Cottagers, though, thus spent more than a penny.