Lees

I hope that I shall never write
A poem schoolboys shall recite,
A poem whose touching lines shall be
Alloyed with cakes and morning tea,
A poem that's said aloud all day
And used by parsons when they pray,
A poem singers may broadcast
With quaking voice and pounding hearts,
To whose spruce wisdom clerks attain
Whose elegance can never wane.
Poems are made by fools like me
And even God can't disagree.

—J.D.F.