81.1

He said, “number . . . is the thought nearest
The sensible.” So I ditched my sensibility
In Donwell
And went to 88:
Instead of writing
Another failed poem,
Bring a full cart to the check out
And thereby compose
This receipt.

81.2

He said, “number . . . is the thought nearest
the sensible.” So I dumped my sensibility
in Donwell
and went to Super BaBa:
instead of composing
another botched poem,
push a full cart to the check out
and let this be
the receipt.

81.3

He said, “number . . . is the thought nearest
the sensible.” So I dumped my sensibility
at Donwell
and turned to Super BaBa:
rather than composing
one more botched poem,
ride a full cart to the check out and let
this be
the recipe.

81.4

He said, “number . . . is the thought nearest
the sensible.” So I dumped my sensibility
at Donwell
and walked to Super BaBa:
rather than typing
another botched poem,
cruise a full cart to the check out and let
this
be the receipt.

81.5

He said, “number . . . is the thought nearest
the sensible.” So I dumped my sensibility
at Donwell
and walked to Super BaBa:
rather than tearing
the next botched poem,
cruise a full cart to the check out
and call this
the receipt.

81.6

He said, “number . . . is the thought nearest
the sensible.” So I dumped my sensibility
at Donwell
and walked to Super BaBa:
rather than tearing
the next botched thought,
glide a full cart to the check out
and call this poem
a receipt.

81.7

He said, “number . . . is the thought nearest
the sensible.” So I dumped my sensibility
at Donwell
and walked to Super BaBa:
rather than tearing
the next botched thought,
speed an empty cart to the check out
and call this ~~poem~~
your receipt.