i: swan

the clock that tells the time counts not/and i’ll not count on it/with mainspring sprung and face besot/i do not give a snit

ii: slow

the peach that prufrock dated to eat/was neither soft nor moist nor sweet/which proves that daring has its place/but swaybacks rarely win the race

iii: peat

that dog from hell may well be love/but give your bread some leaven/by courting fun instead to shove/your carefree way to heaven

iv: gone

back to the woods and road diverged/and at the fork a dime/”so THAT’S the DIFFERENCE??!” “yup,” bob urged,/”so pick it up and climb.”