Sinuous, singing a sweet crooning rhyme;
Pleading to malcontents “truce.”
Lilting the line of a sad roundelay,
Presaging optimist’s prayer.
Sun-lit, twisting its silvery way,
Moon-kissed, ethereal, rare.
HOW THE VILLAGE CANARD STARTED
Tom walked into a bar-room to have a quiet beer,
Odds Bodkins! Jerry saw him, white-necktied Jerry Lear.