You Pardon Me Poem by Pierre Rausch

A shoe of coarsest description
Yields in front of the iron Co.
It's to shriek inscription
Would have never occurred
Her glance, her slightest gesture
Admitting of no variation
Fumbling in the possible fob
She wasn't the same
From, from, from
Occupied in gazing which is the star that is blazing
Occupied in gazing which is the star at arrival
She hid it quickly in her pocket
Comprehended what he had to heal
Then why not make myself known?
Clear and firm report
'What she demonstrates'
To what was watching her
Confused through her glass
If he got rid of his sin?
From, from, from
Bed a straw pallet so full
When that kid was a maiden
Should not wish to lose weight
Which stood open near pallet
I can only give the child up
Amid all her amazement
A theatre worthy of talent
Every new-comer who entered
I can only give the child up
At that moment brought
Occupied in gazing which is the star that is blazing
Occupied in gazing which is the star at arrival
The 'good man' enter social life
Every form begins to be
There is sense in it!
That the moment had arrived
Is there sense in it?
I haven't considered
That the moment arrives
A good fellow
Who knew the society
Who is well acquainted
To bring to surface
That the moment arrives