ENVOI
In all Romances
And poet's fancies
Where Cupid prances,
Embowered in flowers,
The tale advances
'Mid circumstances
That check love's chances
Through tragic hours.
The reader's doleful now,
The lover's soulful now,
At least a bowlful now
Of tears are poured.
The villain makes a hit,
The reader throws a fit,
The author grins a bit
And draws his sword!
Strikes down Fate's lances,
Avoids mischances,
And deftly cans his
Loquacious lore
'Mid ardent glances
And lover's trances
And wedding dances
Forevermore.