There's Will In Les Poem by Douglas Scotney

By the time Titania is up to 'wonted liveries'
in her first long speech in 'Dream',
you could still be 14 lines back
translating 'undistinguishable quaint mazes
in the wanton green'
into 'completely overgrown tracks
in the grass'.

You could have been a bit more obvious, Will.

You might have skipped that
and be scratching with the implications
of fairy-dispute-caused climate change.
You might muse, 'In this speech,
not a word of a robber',
and eureka!
'wonted liveries are main clobber! '