Diamonds

Ah!
Another diamond
Quick quick!
Fetch my tools
I'm sure not to follow
The modes of others
Those fools

Bag brings blades, bobs, odds
And things
And blades beat bob-odd knobs
Out of this particular
Underground sweet
...So it seems

Oh,
How could a sprite
Possibly choose me?
Why would a genius
Ever lift me to a fancy?
If ever a track record
We wishers wish deny
It's the boxes, bags, wearhouses full
Of ill-fit facets
hungers mollified