THE NEW OMAR

A Book of verses underneath the bough,
  Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,
  Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man.

But let the wine be unfermented, Pale,
  Of chemicals compounded, God knows how--
This were indeed the Prophet's Paradise,
  O Paradise were Wilderness enow.