A PRINTER'S MADRIGAL
(Extremely technical)
I'd like to have you meet my wife!
I simply cannot keep from hinting
So fine a specimen of printing.
Set solid. Nay! And I will say out
To see a better balanced layout.
There is for brown eyes to look large in,
Comes anywhere too near the margin.
Her form will never pi. She's like a
And yet she loves me, fatface Pica!
And like a comma curves each eyebrow—
Which makes her seem a trifle highbrow.
Too lovely to describe by penpoint;
And chin are comely Caslon ten-point.
Make my pulse beat 14-em measure,
Would make De Vinne scream with pleasure.
Her father's best, in my opinion;
And I (in lower case) her minion.
Because my metaphors are shoppy;
I tell the urchin, Follow Copy!