or Fragment of a Mad Perfumer s Confession Pardon My only perfume So pinguid and coarse Stale masonry I fear Makes an osseous palette perforce Ahhh It is the scent of grease paint A sundial s spoor The odor of few hours The bell-man s choral chore Will ye Or nill ye (My iconoclastic compeer) Abhor but hear The cologne of clockwork nips me And the keeper s a near Certainly Certainly As the stink of each gimmal and malodorous gear Crack Crack With the torpid mephitis of the chamber pot s Craquelure Crowkeeper (Cornelius Scarecrow esquire)