With our alarm-clock continually crescendoing A rhythmic silent-whirr-silent-whirr, Kicked from a bedpost without ceremony Goofy with time after slapping face down to the tile, It has lost track of all comings and goings while Slight zephyrs gone cool take advantage, Of arching delight to lick-lick over limbs, Laughing at the moist excitement Brought about together...
Grant, Joseph M.
"On All Fours After Midnight,"
Sketch: Vol. 45
, Article 9.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol45/iss3/9