A poet is an inconvenient thing:
It laughs aloud when life amusing be
And weeps real tears when that life sorrows bring
An’ it no class revulsion in that see
Yet somehow so outdoes in elegance
Those who have thousands on’t to spend
With a mere ten at hand — why, at a glance
One may not any detail well amend!
When asked a question, it will tell the truth
Without a thought to its self interest
‘Tis such a social albatross, forsooth
That by its absence pray we to be blessed
My heavens, what a world if everyone
Walked colorful and smiling in the sun!