In place of my order of fine words
There came a parcel of factory seconds
Hastily jumbled together and, I think,
Damaged in transit. When shoved
Into rough arrangements, they
Immediately broke ranks, insisting
On not meaning what I wanted them to.
Please be patient; while negotiations
Are in process oafish servitors
Will pass among you carrying
Empty trays and broken glasses.
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