Breaking the Last

The lice takes over the pitch
While eyes behold herein;
The flies scattered over the ditch
While dice leaps over to win
            
              Though the cup runneth over
              Still the dish remnants call
              Though its not declared over
              There is to install

The wee juvenile sarcastic croon
While we the ancient merry with wine
The tea hot by noon
While the ignoramus drank of it and whine

              Though the cup runneth over
              Still the dish remnants call
              Though its not declared over
              There is to install

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