The Pollenated Girls

He shouted it out from Hamlet's pressed lips — 
  That the parsonage owed him a million "white tips" 
  Of the dream that the DOCTOR had planted in mist 
  Had grown to the might of a twelve story bitch 
  Born of malice and might and his doctrine was white — 
  He should forfeit his place in the neighbourhood right? 
  With a code head and the sea's read 
  And its boiling from the hot heads 
  Who stick their rash neck in the brine and it's "tears shed" 
  And low-distortion rage collared 
  And your brother resents his cage and its collared 
  And the POLLENATED GIRLS will stop and spin their curls 
  And lo!  They have crawled around the world 
  In the semblance of a trade mission's pearl 

  And THE POLLENATED GIRLS spray their spray 
  And I am dizzy like some EARL who had stumbled upon a worker in peril 
  And saved his skin for the tribunal's herald!  ls