Sensory Nonce

No more no rest 
no foul no pest
and the core of the 
store is a can of sardinia
whose shores are gardinia
and spartan and artin;

Cart home the bicycle 
its wheels are no more
that was the figure 
of speech and its porous
copious notation;

Thar, yar she glows,
thar might be a crypt
or it could be shipped
and even a present 
tensor ship;

Fade, arcade,
burden the fire
with less fuel
and little more
air to wheeze.