Sweet antedates.

Two score walked by,
as time stole one back,
whilst those full of holes
carried only those home
who slipped from its hold.

Fuming in all forms
of fright, either staged
or arranged in low light,
and complimented by fellows
with hands out of sight.

Told of bells ringing a
mournful amount, but
ignored in the wake of the
sound of the morning crowd
handling awards;

For on and for back and two
Sides, unremarkably lean,
in-between all the splendor
of scenery rendered as though
from the original trough.