This big-nosed dude who would Shhh... Muse whenever he could once exposed crude sublime issues for food.
(When asked:) Why do you fiddle with rhyme When there is so little time?
(He replied:) We all share the freedom of pace In this small fair kingdom of space.
Then proposed we lose impatience for good and - who knows - choose a place where we are understood.
WITH THIS PEACE OF MINE I RAISE A GLASS OF WINE
TO YOU MY SON Shhh... MUSING Y FOR FUN
AND TO EVERY GYRE SWHIMMING TO SYNC HIGHER
AND TO EVERYONE BATHING IN THE SUN
Y-KNOT SHARE THE LITE 'CAUSE WE'RE ALL OUT OF SITE.
