Poem Beginning with a Line of Yours, Altered

The museums have finished their research. But don't fret your pants. We still have echolalia of the poet mind. Posthumous increase in swoop and chichi loyalty. I think everyone knows by now that Shhhee-cheeeh (both syllables accented) is the sound a knockoff Nikon makes, just as Hurabelle is the best name for a whore. Erotic yumminess should be reported instanter to The Society for the Prevention of Prevention. Possibly you have noticed how puppets are the easiest thing in the world to resurrect and have kill the lover who turned a Great Love into algebra. Beasts wander through bloodthirsty works of art, and the bloodthirsty wander through beastly works of art, and this is happiness on our Happy Planet which is often mistaken for an amusement park ride by those lacking a seriously convincing, teleportative schtick. Or those who have never had the great fortune to experience a Shhhee-cheeeh kind of love.