The Platonic Form of the Good has a cold.
The Platonic Form of the Good is indisposed.
The Platonic Form of the Good regrets.

The Platonic Form of the Good says come back tomorrow.
The Platonic Form of the Good will not see you now.
The Platonic Form of the Good has no time for your nonsense.
The Platonic Form of the Good is up to none.

The Platonic Form of the Good was seen in a late model Citroën northbound on the Old Road outside Sørenberg,
driving in a circumspect manner perhaps intended not to call attention to itself,
but was spotted by an alert 12-year old nonetheless.
Authorities declined to give chase.

The Platonic Form of the Good comes for the Archbishop.
The Platonic Form of the Long Goodbye is long.
The Platonic Form of the Good Life is short.
A Platonic Thing Happened on the Way to the Form of the Good.
The Platonic Form of the Good left your cake out in the rain.

The Platonic Form of the Good is not behind the arras, has not taken the veil,
and cares not
for draperies or tapestries, textiles or quilting bees,
white sales or white sails.
The Platonic Form of the Good knows nothing. Knowing is a different portfolio.

I know nothing of the Platonic Form of the Good. Still I speculate. I will not cease from speculation.

The Platonic Form of the Good asks no questions and answers no questions and
thereby tells no lies.

We are all in this Platonic Form of the Good together.
Every Platonic Form of the Good for itself.
All Platonic Forms of the Good are the same, 
but each Platonic Form of the Good is the same after its own fashion.

The Platonic Form of the Good will not take your call, nor any other.
The Platonic Form of the Good disdains the Platonic Forms of the True and of the Beautiful.
Says it never knew them.
It denies Keats three times before each cock’s crow.

The Platonic Form of the Good settles back, ruefully shaking its cloud-topped head.
It offers you no frosty beverage. It asks no quarter.
The Platonic Form of the Good does not get out much anymore.
The Platonic Form of the Good does not get or spend.

The Platonic Form of the Good would hunt in packs, if it hunted,
and if there were more than one of it.
The Platonic Form of the Good prowls alone, humming jauntily
        They seek it here there
        through the neighborhood
        that damned Platonic
        Form of the Good.
The Platonic Form of the Good gains, from behind,
and is faster and closer than it appears.

The Platonic Form of a Good day to die is not itself Good, nor Platonic.
The Platonic Form of the Good would try to sell you something,
but does not stand to gain by it.
The Platonic Form of the Good is humorless, and no laughing matter.

There is no Platonic Form of the Merely Good Enough.
No good will come of this