I took it for granted. I took it as one might take an Irish setter for a walk.
As one who might say "as one" without having ever been to England.
Mister, nobody looks back once the audience has left the auditorium.
You had come around in the right idiom or had the shabby demeanor
Of an article. Of loose clothing. Of a summer's night. Of a sensational
New show that everybody's really hot to see but nobody's got the ticket.
Then flubbed the special tones a guy might need to buy off the bigwigs.
It was all prose. From his socks to his bright brown overlapping eyes.