First Poem From The

Pyotr Pavlovich (entering the room): Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster I am carrying someone's elbow Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster Where's Professor De Dispenchin? Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster Where on Earth are office hours? If this little clockie dangling Its two weights a-reaching down Oldish clockie while still pending Flew an arc without a frown Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster I broke down the rhythm of time Carabeester on a booster Works instead of Zdagger Upper Hand is stretched ever farther Yielding something arrow-handed From one minute to another Rushing blindly as if branded Right from milk-white clockface down Pancake's winding Ooster Ooster Tightly wrapped in dressing-gown Proudly sits the Carabeester He is during office seconds Looking into metered engine So the time will not be wayward Like Professor De Dispenchin Like Andrey Semyonych Zdagger Single-handed Zdagger Upper Cares for Zdagger Upper Ooster His lost hand adjusting aptly Fixing fingers with a hammer Zdagger Upper he is nailing Zdagger Upper Ooster them.