hands man man misery on to
a coastal deepens it like shelf
can get it of out still while you
and any don’t have kids yourself

In Memoriam fares less well:

Befall hold I it true whate’er
Feel I it most sorrow when
And better have lost loved ’tis to
All at have loved never than to

I’m tempted to say something like Gerald Manley Hopkins would work just as well when line-lexed, but perhaps that’s uncharitable.

Baa Baa Black Sheep
Any have wool
Sir, sir, yes, yes
Bags full three
For master one
Dame for one
And boy for little one
Down lane living

A ring ring roses
Full of pocket posies
A-tissue A-tissue
All down fall

At blue bottom deep down sea
Catching fishes for my tea
A-one A-three A-two
A-choo!

The winner used as his seed the last line of Tennyson’s Ulysses but unfortunately I have long since lost the newspaper clipping with this tour de force

“love tried to welcome me, but my soul drew back, guilty of lust and sin”

On Googling, I see that the lyricist was stealing from George Herbert – that at least shows some good taste.