As the crimson sons spite for the fleshes dire font
and the spareness of languishing indecent want

where the entropy flexes its caterwauled grace
in the nubile entreaty of sibylline fleece

So the meek shall delineate vulgar from fair
and the fulsome or smitten from the sod or the heir

So in deed are the prandial pertinent to taste
as the cursing of light is the saver of waste