(or "What I watched out my window, a work very much on progress")

Blue black officers on hoof and wheel

Guard bank and street in a line held steady

Footmen stand, Billy clubs at the ready

With an anxiousness they can’t conceal

An elector crowd begins to congeal

They march and call, their brows bwcome sweaty

This is a parade with no confetti

Is this how human nature we reveal?

The public reporters stand cater corner

To a parodist in for the show

It is all for the grand old party’s mouth

But here is the real news of a mourner

Nature does, but these people do not know