2006

On visage fair and smile unparalleled

Doth I expound in ceaseless silly pages,

Yet with most crowning compliments withheld,

My text, in truth, eclipses that of sages;

And oft compound I this cajolery

With tell of temperament robust with heart –

More steadfast these assertions could not be

If absoluteness swore I from the start.

Would’st thou, if knowledge of this tome existed,

And that my prattle were not whimsy-based,

Portend to drink in all that I’ve insisted,

Or would’st my platony befoul the taste?

To learn thy answer: such a simple task!

If only thus that question could I ask.