Word game

(Flower, heels, coniform, papism)

Now that I wilt like a flower,
And my wagon's lost its set of wheels,
And now the dog whose hair I've chewed on for an hour
Is snapping at my heels,

I think of coniform
And squat hills where I'd roam;
Yet I'll always pine for papism's hearth:
Show me the way to find Rome!