A panther is marked in time, hanging with a telephone. Crushing like an elephant the situation fell to ecstatic motives Escalating out, into the distance, the boxcar lops. Figment of the imagination ? Never.. . The striking went on “Holy flying heathen, Batman!” she said rapidly “Circulate!” shrieks Helen of Troy, the keeper of jellyfish The panther trembled, her Milton shook, She tossed and turned, her tight arm flapping uselessly, An end is an end is an end, but this is simply the beginning.